April 22, 2009 - 6 Responses

What is poetry? For ages it has been defined differently however in essence, it is the longing of the soul for freedom – through words! At times, the break through to freedom comes at the voice of one individual and other times, it is earned through the work of two! History recalls the events of poets who gathered near the sea banks of a far away land and while in their gatherings, such poets exchanged memories of extreme joy and heart breaks. And once there was a poet amongst them who created a poem, placed the foundation of his words into a bottle, placed the bottle into the sea, released the bottle – asking the sea to deliver his words to the individual whom his Lord had decreed for him. The sea, angry often a times, obeyed the orders of such a poet. After months of travel, the poem reached a woman on the other side of the water and when she opened the bottle, she found the words of her poet. Below are the very words he sent her on that day…

Powered by a force unseen,
moving souls – separated towards the Lord’s decree,
Once individuals alone, perhaps together they’ll be set free,
to pursue Allah’s great pleasure and enter into His mercy!

In the midst of silence,
and the darkness of night,
two souls far apart speak..!
In a foreign language that flows towards a fading light!
And time freezes,
suddenly everything feels just right.
Hearts beat,
at a on and off beat,
while the trees submit their sights to watch the decree,
and the angels stand to record
the actions of two individuals who’ve placed their case before their Lord!


Reminiscing or daydreaming?

October 7, 2008 - 8 Responses
     Reminiscing or was I daydreaming? Was I reflecting back to what had occurred in the past or was I creating new mental facts? Was I allowing my memory to connect back to my conscious like rivers connecting to open seas or was I really guilty of over flowing the banks that hold my imagination intact, and had I finally allowed my mind to run wild on me? Perhaps the later is more appropriate and whatever the case be, it all reminds me as to how I met her. How, a day amongst the days which have come and gone, my gaze fell upon her gaze and my soul, which had kept to itself, jumped from our strict boundaries to meet her soul leading to soul touching soul. It was a meeting of two different worlds, the past and the future, the living and the dead, a meeting that took place but according to history, it hasn’t but it has and only the blindness of history had prevented it from recording its actual existence. Place much value into my words as I declare, the meeting was as real as living life or breathing in the fresh fall air. Such a meeting between the two formerly trapped souls had caused the world, which previously appeared to be an evil place for its harboring of evil of criminals and souls, to appear to be a place for eternal peace, somewhat like the heavens which Allah has described in countless verses in the Quran.    
     I call my meeting her a complete coincidence but when I visited my teacher, or should I call him my poetic reciter; upon revealing to him the events of what took place, how I came to find the individual I have been searching for – for some time, he turned down my “it was a complete coincidence” claim inexchange for his, ‘it was qadar wa qada’. Qadar wa Qada? Of course it was Qadar wa Qada and as my gaze met her gaze, words became pearls. Silence upon silence. The world froze and the birds that had been flying freely, landed immediately upon tree branches and all watched very closely as to what would happen next. She spoke and you wouldn’t believe what she said – she said….





April 13, 2008 - 39 Responses

Im suffocated, I just cant seem to breath

Mixed emotions got me thinking its time for me to leave

She spots me in my car and says, “we need to sit and talk”

I tell her just wait

Matter fact, STOP!

I got a lot of things on my mind so don’t push me off the line


She looks me with fiercefull eyes and says “boy, its due or die”

“Make a decision, do you wanna be mine?”

I tell her, I need a woman who will help me find paradise

She said, “I know you hesitant cause I don’t wear hijab but I can change if you’re patient enough”

I said, its not about that

Rather, I need you to take some time and wrap your heart around Allah

After that, I’ll always be here and we can talk

“But I love you”,

And I love Allah so love who I love and we will be alright

That was six months ago and I broke her heart

I’ve been suffocating ever since cause my organs had rebelled

I seek Your mercy dear Lord grant me some help


I hadn’t seen her since so I wondered is she alright

But just the other night, I spotted her while I was in the ride

Her beautiful educated mind had been wrapped with the scarf of life

Although it was dark, her face shined with faithful light

I whispered to myself, “O’Allah, forgive her and admit her into Your paradise”

10 Take Aways from Ramadan 2017

June 17, 2017 - One Response

1. I remember what feels like a few days ago, its arrival, now we’re in the last of its days – what happened to Ramadan? It came and it’s gone. Almost gone. Just another reminder of how Time waits for none.

2. People need to just chill, take a breath and relax. I have no idea when did the “do not park” here sign became a validation to park there? Why not have some care and consideration and park without blocking others? How about when you arrive late inside the masjid, not jumping over the folks who’ve been there much earlier? Can we retire the shoulder punking to get to the front line? Did we forget where you stand in the line doesn’t necessarily mean you have more taqwa but rather how you devote yourself within the prayer is what separates people?

3. Have you noticed? This year above all others how many people upon finishing the prayer reach to grab their cellphones​ from their pockets and check for notifications?. It’s true and I guess I get it? Someone super important may have attempted to reach out to you while you were in front of the most important – but what do I know.

4. It gets me thinking – further to my point above – how we have a problem, people. We now live in a society where a person may be physically available when in truth they are far from being present. Do you know what I mean? In other words, we find ourselves living in a time where​ communicating happens with very limited actual talking. Communicating has become limited to phrases such as “hit me up on Facebook later, we’ll catch up” or “I’ll get at you on Twitter…”. How about, a no. How about we actually just, you know, talk?

5. This Ramadan has been good for me but even better for my closest of friends. I’m happy he’s actually finding peace during this month. Is this the definition of true friendship….

6. I was playing a game I created called, “what do you really want” with a close person to me a short while back and I came to a realization that I probably should of already known. The gist of the game – for those who don’t know –  is if you could have anything in the world right now, what would your heart yarn for? My companion and I exchanged what we would want and that is when I realized we are so far apart in life – he yarns for marriage to the most beautiful of women, I’m just trying to live and find happiness again.

7. For the sake of keeping one’s sanity, the NBA needs to consider delaying the NBA Finals until after Ramadan because Allah knows how many brothers were absent during certain nights. I can’t elaborate but I assume you understand what I mean and if not, let me just say, may Allaah guide us.

8. It seems every year my co-workers ask me during Ramadan, “how are you able to fast for so many hours…?”. I get this urge to reply with “you know, the same way I did it last year, remember? How about the year before brah!!?” but I catch myself and I usually respond with better manners.

9. I created a 3-4 dou’aa list before Ramadan and I can happily report that I’ve asked for the same things every day since the beginning of the month. I’m hopeful it will be answered insha’Allaah

10. This year I learned something new in the Quran that passed me over so many times in the past. Throughout the 1st portion of Al-Baqarah, Allaaah the All-Wise mentions over and over the importance of being grateful. I seriously need to do a better job of remembering His many blessings upon me rather than getting caught up with those things that don’t go my way.


Come run with me

March 21, 2017 - One Response


Come run with me as we journey to discover new emotions

Keep pace with me as we explode over these numerous oceans

Of trials, tribulations in pursuit of what’s true…

Come run with me as I whisper I’ve run so far, so strong, to find you..

To find you. You.

Come run with me and lets make it there – to that beautiful tree

Before the coming of the nights decree

When the evils of life will be released with the dark key

Come run with me and picture you and me – free.

Sitting by the sea

Staring into each other, thanking the Lord for bringing us together

Come run with me, grab my hand and let me feel your heart beat

The intense heat coming from your fingers truly speak

Of a soul overtaken, so bleak

By day so strong, by night feeling so weak

Come run with me and let’s find our place wherever it be

Just me and you – lets fulfill our destiny

I promise you can find rest in me

Come run with me, faster, faster – we’re almost there..

Over there, where individual souls become a pair

Where we can share – you don’t have to feel, scared.

Come run with me, come be with me, lets truly be free…






Reflecting on, Reflections of a Man!

March 18, 2017 - One Response


In recent days, I was able to get my hands on a book called Reflections of a Man by Amari Soul which – full disclosure – I had seen it months back on twitter. At the time I remember thinking this wasn’t my type of book but since the turn of the calendar, since we entered 2017, many things within me needed to be evaluated and changed as I had realized for many years leading into ’17, I forgot what it felt like to be happy. So I challenged myself to make this year the year I would pursue to become the best version of myself – physically, emotionally and spiritually ! This year, not next – starting today, and not tomorrow.

Reflections of a Man was a challenge I had accepted, made time for and more so, I needed to be sincere in reading every word with an open mind in order to potentially gain prospective and benefit. As I started reading, the further I entered, the more I felt like I was standing in front of a mirror being asked to describe what I see. Of course, I started by describing my physical characteristics – 6’0, athletic and semi handsome person? But no, that was not the answer being sought from me. I kept reading and the more I read, the deeper I looked within myself until I got passed the physical stuff, the material stuff I’ve managed to collect and continue to collect until I could finally see within myself – emotionally. The author divided the men into two parties: the right guy and the wrong guy. In order to qualify to be or become the right guy, you have to ask yourself, are you ready? Are you? I ask you because in order to find her – the one we’re all looking for – the right guy must (as the author states) “find himself before looking for you“. So for all the fellas, do you still think you’re ready to be the right guy? Lets take it a step further and perhaps you’re married. Maybe when you got married – all those years ago – you hadn’t found yourself so the challenges of marriage life overwhelmed you but after reading this book, if you’re ready to become the right guy for her, you can still become that person. Let me share with you a one point that perhaps could be useful – perhaps you may already know this point but hear me out, with sincerity for verily anything that is approached with a sincere heart can not fail.

Spend some Time with Her

And before you tell me you spend a lot of time with her, I would say, don’t make the same mistake many before you have made in confusing sharing a space with her as spending time with her. Its not enough to be in the same room as her while you’re watching the news and she – after losing hope of ever finding your attention – resorts to engaging her phone on some social media site. The key is to spend quality time with her and that includes talking to her, listening to her and actively being a playful person with her. In other words, engage her on all the different platforms she needs, I learned. Participating in making her feel loved is what many of us men fail to understand or act upon. Instead we tend to focus on things we would like to change about her rather than accepting her for the person she is, has become. Do you remember when you got married to her? Do you remember the time leading up to it all you could focus on was her overwhelmingly positive traits that you would never ransom off? She’s still that person with all those beautiful traits and more but the change happened to you. You changed – over time – so unknowingly you want her to change too? When you spend time with her – quality time – pay attention to her and love her. Yes, love her, my brother. Just remember this, despite what all the fellas say about love, love is such a blessing from Allaah and unfortunately a feeling so great that many will live a lifetime and never experience it. So if you happen to find it – hold it and cherish it. Grow it. It is within our identity to love, that is what I discovered by looking into the mirror and seeing a different me. Read this book and you too could discover that part about yourself…

Until next time, Stay Blessed…



I Found My Way Back to the Valley

February 25, 2017 - 2 Responses

Its been a while, rather, its been years since I found myself making my way back to my starting point: the Valley of the Poets.

I don’t know if my once-upon-a-time great reader base is still around – I doubt it to be honest – but what I do know is my connection to my poetic justice is very much alive.  Alive. Oh how I’ve missed you, O’ Poetic Justice.

Over the years, much has changed with me and even more so, the world. Dark nights were followed by bright days, sorrow situations are now appearing as blessings – I am so thankful to have experienced this journey, which I intend to share with you all. Its been a tough couple of years, but perhaps the best way to explain what I’ve been up to is to share a few verses from my latest work? Perhaps I could sum it up with a short phrase: regardless of what happened, or is happening, do yourself a favour and SMILE. You deserve to be happy and happiness is within each and everyone of us. Find your happiness and live it.

I hope to make this version of my Poetic Justice an inspiration, a confirmation that despite the ups and downs of life – we can all embark upon that path towards happiness. Towards success. We can do it together. You could be my guest of honour as I make my way back to the Valley…

Until next time, Be Blessed.





October 22, 2009 - 8 Responses


I am..

A prisoner to my own emotions

Often at war against a powerful foe

who invades the sanctity of my heart in many different shapes and forms

By day, I stand strong

by night, I grip the ground as I attempt to dodge enemy fire

that attacks the base of the heart through strategic desires!

Often, I burn my soul through consistent reminders to remain strong and aviod a life in the eternal fire


With nowhere to flee

I march forward seeking the inner battlefield in order to become free!

Against an enemy known to me as my own destiny

In essence, I struggle to liberate my soul as I pursue my final decree

Question: what will become of me?


If I continue to pursue a path to become a man in a society that produces boys

What will become of me

what will become of my children

and my family to be


Lost in clustered never-ending thoughts

I stand caged like a wild beast in a body that produces poetic heat

between a soul that harbours visions of past days and destructive desires

if the world leaders knew I milked the earth for its global energy

Imprisoned – I would be


Instead I fight to conceal the powerful voices that scream from within

But I – for my part – remain in a state of denial

As I struggle to remain sane in a world that breed’s insane

Will I survive in my pursuit to survive another day in a society that bleeds internal desires

for that answer, you will need to look into the book of Decrees

Truly, only Allah knows what will become of me 



Somethings, I just dont understand!

October 12, 2009 - 2 Responses

For one, why are firemen so beloved by our society? I mean, correct me if I’m wrong but aren’t those men running into a burning building? And to makes matters worse, I often see them run full speed into a flaming house, in order to save who – scruffy, the black cat with white spots that forgot to run out of the house when flames erupted from the kitchen. I mean, okay! I understand that sometimes firemen save lives and of course, if I saw my family inside a burning home, I too would take every measure to save their lives but I just can’t understand why a fireman puts his life on the line to save a turtle (and if you think I’m joking about the turtle thing, I’m serious..such an incident has happened). And to make matters worse than they already were; sometimes the fireman dies in the process of trying to save that helpless turtle. Again, I’m just saying…I think a human life is worth saving but a human life is not worth losing over an animal when 12 foot flames cover a house – logic tells me, and apparently this logic isn’t required to become a fireman – if a house is covered in flames, it is not wise to run into that house! And for all the firemen out there, we respect what you do but please remember, you are not a superman and probably, more likely than not, you have a family at home so try to recall that before you risk your life for a pet. Besides, I’m under the opinion that if we can develop the technology to send humans to the moon, and moreover, if we can create manless drones to bomb western Pakistan, I’m sure we can also develop the type of machinery needed to never witness another fireman lose his life in the midst of trying to preserve the property of someone else. And talking about firemens; why are they always the first to arrive at any emergency call? Maybe it has something to do with their big red fire truck and how everyone keeps their distance when they hear their sirens coming their way (you can never trust those guys who drive those trucks). As you can tell, I’m not a big fan of firemens!

And another thing I can’t seem to understand is why does society have a problem with  Muslims women choosing to wear the niqaab. Of course society claims that our sisters can wear whatever they please but their words and actions must speak the same language before I can accept their claims to be true. Afterall,  I’ve heard, and God forbid I ever see a niqaabi be disrespected in front of me, but such negative behaviours have been experienced and spoken about by many sisters. And if society has a problem with women covering themselves, then I too have a problem with women coming outside of their homes wearing nothing but a bra and tight jeans. And society shouldn’t develop a trait we call on the street as being ‘shaddy’. It shouldnt deal with one group of people one way and another group a different way when we’re all citizens of the same society. And yes, I’m getting to that point where I can’t stand to surrounded by naked people which has left me asking myself one question: what happened to modesty? Apparently, like dinosaurs, it no longer exists.

Goodbye, and Forever!

October 12, 2009 - 12 Responses

     Recently I took a trip overseas and despite the great time that I had in Dubai and Djibouti, and the not so great experience with Turkish Airlines, there is one feeling that lives with freshness in my heart till this very day. Until this moment, I’ve never spoken about this matter to any of my friends or family but I thought – since I really need to get it off my chest – I would share it on my blog. In early September, I was in Djibouti and my friends planned to visit the beach in order for us  to relax, although it was Ramadan and we couldn’t really enjoy ourselves fully because we were in a state of fasting. And before I had departed to the beach on that day, a thought popped into my head. Weeks and maybe months leading up to that day, I wanted to take a huge step towards starting a new beginning in life. I wanted – more then anything – to leave the past as is, and focus on the challenges of a bright future (inshAllah). So before I left for the beach, I grapped my 9 completed notebooks – that I’ve been writing poetry in for the last  6 and chain years – that I had titled ‘Poetic Justice’ (which by the way I’ve tried to keep hidden from people and that I wanted to share with my children to be inshAllah) and I placed those notebooks into my school bag which I intended to take with me to the beach. When I got to the beach, and only after I’d spent some time with my friends – joking and catching up on matters pertaining to their lives in general – I had an urge to leave my friends and take some time to myself. I needed to think about some matters. So in the midst of their laughing and playing, I escaped their sight. And I knew I had little time before they would notice my absence so I quickly fled for the shores of the Red Sea and I thought to myself as I approached the water, can this be the same sea that Allah caused to open up for Musa? Was I really walking towards the edge of a sea that destroyed a corrupt nation – Pharoah and his people! As I approached the water, the ayaats from the Quran discussing Musa and Pharoah started to appear. With each step I took, I felt a greater connection to Musa because I knew he went through a lot – dealing with the likes of Pharoah and afterwards, Bani Israel. And I knew with certainty that the Red Sea was rich in history and somewhere deep inside, I wanted to add to that history. Then a thought popped into my mind – why not release years of poetry into the Red Sea?

     At first I thought the idea was somewhat – excuse my french – stupid. Then I realized, after years of writing poetry and fighting hard to keep them out of the reach of the general public – the only way to assure myself that my privacy and poetry never land on the lap of another person – I had to release my Poetic Justice into the Red Sea. See the thing about me is, I’m a very private person and privacy constitutes a major part of my life. Relationships in general go through a roller coaster, and sometimes the great relationship ends badly but the relationship that one has with his soul never ends and I believe those matters – emotions and experiences – experienced by the soul need to be respected and kept private until the day comes when Allah allows you to trust someone to the degree that privacy can no longer be an issue.  

      So I opened my bag and I reached from my Poetic Justice. At first, I felt hesitant to execute the plan of throwing years of poetic work into a cold sea. But quickly I shook off such thoughts and I reminded myself that a sea such as the Red Sea is meant to preserve history and I wanted to contribute to that history my sharing with it my life experiences – documented through poetic work – so in one motion, I threw years of poetic work into the water. And there it floated, helplessly…in historic water, as my sight fixed its laser onto its every motion. I stood there alone, knowing that I had invested so much emotions and time into writing and in a matter of seconds, everything that I had done and worked for, gone. Then I remembered Allah. I remembered that while all my actions – both good and bad – can be forgotten by the ones I did good and bad towards, Allah never forgets. So I became shy of recalling some of the things that I done, and connecting it back to the fact that Allah has not forgotten those actions, even though it may have escaped my memory for a time. And I noticed when I become shy in the sight of Allah, I usually sit down – in order to lower myself in the sight of Allah. So I sat down, on a rough edged rock and I started thinking. And those thoughts led to more thoughts. Thoughts after thoughts. And in the midst of all those thoughts, my Poetic Justice was taken by the sea that saved Musa and Bani Israel, and it was no longer in sight. I starred off into the sea, missing my Poetic Justice. I started recalling the poetic verses I created through a rollercoaster of emotions, and never knowing whether I will have the opportunity to experience such emotions again – which would allow my poetic voice to speak. See, the thing about poetry is, it’s not the verses within themselves that make great poetry but rather the experiences that create the foundation for great poetic work. That is why poets existed in every generation because human experiences – sadness, happiness, love, hate, fear, etc – can be experienced regardless of the historical time. And I realized what I was truly missing wasn’t the poetic verses that I had written but rather the experiences that led me to document them into my Poetic Justice. And every time I read my Poetic Justice, the experience that I focused on (ie, love) became fresh but then I realized, regardless of whether those words were physically present or not, those experiences will always be a part of me.  At that moment I learned something very important…but that is a blog for another time.

Blogging from Dubai! (Part 1)

August 11, 2009 - 2 Responses

The action started as our Turkish Airlines Flight 0018 made touched down onto the runways of Dubai’s International Airport. It was about 3 am, Saturday morning and I, along with about 120 other passengers were just thankful that our destructive Turkish Airlines experience had finally come to an end. And oh by the way, please, don’t ever harm yourself by deciding to take a Turkish Flight, ever!

It started in Toronto as I jumped onto a ten and a half hour flight from Toronto to Istanbul and did I mention that experience was little short of hell in the skies? Ironically, the Turkish Airlines boasts itself over good quality but lets be honest, I rated my experience – at best – a D+ grade for service. If that wasn’t bad enough, their general announcements were made in a language that 98% of the people on board did not speak – and if you think the announcements were made in Turkish, think again! They were made in German, yes I said, German! And all of that put together – their horrible service and weird choice of announcing important – potentially – life saving announcements in German brought little comfort to such a long flight. Then we got to Istanbul and what an experience. I was greeted well by numerous Muslims as I tried to make up for a prayer or two that I had missed as I tried to remain alive – from lack of food – while on the Turkish flight.

My experience in Istanbul was flying high on some wonder clouds until – wait for it, wait for it – there was an unexpected delay on my flight out of Turkey and into Dubai. And had they communicated the reason for our delay maybe tempers would remain low but to ask the Turks to communicate is like asking a Jewish man to donate money to some good hearted Minorities cause – Ain’t gonna happen y’all! So I waited along with all the other passengers until finally, after an hour delay and no communication they – the airline employees – decided to communicate the cause right? Wrong. In fact, they just pretended as if they were right on schedule and that drove AbdulMajeed, AbdulKareem and AbdulRahman – all men of different ethic backgrounds that I had met while I was hanging with them thobe brothers in Istanbul – crazy! So, as the patient Muslims we are, we waited and waited until they were ready and boarded us on to the flight. And here is the best part, once I got onto the flight, you know that feeling of nerves – will I be seated next to a person who smells or maybe a person who – god forbid – doesn’t speak English? Well those nerves got put to bed once I realized I was seated next to a young Iranian man who lived in Toronto his whole life but moved to Dubai about a year ago after being offered a job in a marketing company. And I thought I was excited to see him but before I could introduce myself to him, he said ‘OHHH man! Aren’t I glad to see you. I thought maybe I would be seating beside some next person’! Despite his excitement to see me, I was even more relieved to not be seated near a Turk for another 4 hours (I joke, I joke! Really, I don’t have anything against Turks).

And after getting to know the man for exactly 50 minutes, we both called it a night and turned opposite ways and dosed off into a sleep for the remainder of the flight. And once we had landed in Dubai and the aircraft came to a complete stop, you wouldnt believe what happened next! Walahi, I swear by Allah, a Somali young man on the flight started – or should I say, engaged – in a fight with a Arab man. They both swung punches, one missing, the other landing. The people started to make noise and I was looking for Navid – my Iranian friend – to see if he was willing to place a bet with me but by the time my gazed located him, he was too far for any discreet bets to take place. And to end this entry of my first blog about Dubai, I will end it with the words the young Somali uttered to the Arab once the people had broken up the flight. He said, “I’ll ‘F’ you up man, in your own Country, you ‘F’ing’ Arab”! (Please

I’m Back…!

June 18, 2009 - 6 Responses

It’s been a while since I last posted and truth be told, I missed my blog. But you know how life becomes as the days come and go, not allowing the necessary time to accomplish all the tasks of that day. To my readers, thank you for your support and comments. And to those readers who encourage me to keep writing through private emails, may Allah be pleased with you.

Some of you might be wondering, where have you been Ameen? What has kept me so busy? Any new updates to report from you life? And all of these questions are legitimate and deserve to be answered. But before I can answer such questions, I must flip those exact questions back onto you and seek your answers before forwarding you mine – it is only good manners that causes me to do such a thing (ok fine! Maybe not exactly good manners, more like, maybe I’m just trying to escape those questions? Maybe.)

Now that I’m back  on my blog for the time being I must announce that soon, perhaps sooner rather than later, I will be completing this edition of Poetic Justice. And also I must confess my intentions to start another – more intense – more private blog. At the moment I am seeking potential titles for this blog and perhaps some readers will stumble onto the next blog as they found this Poetic Justice. As for the rest of the readers, the Internet captures the four corners of the globe and perhaps we will meet on a different site ( the Anwar Awlaki site? His blog – check it out y’all 🙂 )

But for now I shall depart from you, leaving to your sight a poem I recently wrote


(And for some reason I picture the child below reading to y’all this poem lol)




In memory of flower
Whose remembrance I recall like the world’s most powerful towers
Who built the foundation of my heart’s structure
only to loose flower in the midst of horrible weather

Emotionally triggered,
I figured,
similar to a game winning jumper,
at the buzzer,
If only I could lean in closer,
stroke for flower,
Poetic words that resemble a Kobe floater;
And if I could somehow execute such a jumper
I would enjoy the return of flower!

How high is the degree of shame
For the one who over values his fame
which caused him to call all the wrong plays
thus landing him as a victim to the pressures of the game
when all that was intended was to allow flower to live its name

Now on the run from emotional trife life
As the one who lobbies the soul to grant more time
and convince the mind not to overstep that dangerous line
of thoughts whom the poets consider as severe as crimes

O’ it’s too late!
The mind has been penetrated, don’t wait!
Pull the poetic trigger, don’t hate!
Release me to be free and ask questions on a later date
for Shaitan is determined to influence my eternal fate!